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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

waking up on the right side of the bed

Yesterday I felt a little weepy. I did not weep, but I felt like I wanted to. Doors, doors, windows, windows, windows all seem to be closing. "What now, Lord? Isn't there more for us than this?"
We went to bed discussing, The Hubs and I, and praying, and somehow we drifted to sleep with the only answers to our questions not really being answers but just, "I don't know."
So we'll keep asking and waiting and knocking and seeking and trying because what else really can we do?
And today I was given strength, grace, joy, and peace. No answers, nothing else has changed, but I will take it, these mercies new every morning that keep me hanging on.